Durazno Sangrando [English translation]

Early the peach,

Fell from the tree...

It’s skin was pink,

Gilded by the sun...

And it saw itself the luckiest,

Of all fruit trees...

On the banks of a river,

It’s faith made it come to...

They say in this valley,

That the peaches come from the elves...

A little while passed,

In the same place,

Until one good day,

It started listening to,

A very sad melody coming from the south...

So it cried,

From its insides

Whatever sings is your pit,

Well at last your body,

Has a soul...

And if your being explodes,

It will be a heart,

The one that bleeds...

And the song that you listen to,

Your body will open,

With the dawn,

The January breeze,

Came to shore,

The night,

Its hours fell...

And at the arrival of dawn,

The pit sung,

Leaving the peach,

To fall into the river,

The peach split open,

Its already bleeding, under the water...